this is for the inter-twined souls
and all those unable to let go
its for the ones who are defined, and pigenholed
by the ones equally unkind, and forced to grow

its a requiem for lives that get mowed
hearts, feelings and emotions get controlled
and dominated by a world described
by the passage of time

its for all those moments equated,
to your unbalanced equation
the sum is a remainder, of your dreams desecrated
where hopes and high spirits are translated and compounded
to a life reformatted and founded
in a world no longer fruitful much less boundless

this is for the bastard children of god
unwanted and unfamiliar in a world long forgotten
uselessly try to slay our own spot, and pick our own cotton
so that our father might, more often than not
give a shit...